“I know right! I told you he has a bitchy scream!” Floyd exclaimed. The red head from before whistled to get their attention, giving them a thumbs up as he laughed with a group of boys.
Floyd tugged Ace from the room, his arm half resting on the shorter boy’s shoulder as he partly leaned against Ace. “His face was priceless!”
Ace laughed with Floyd, walking with him as they staggered back, helping to keep Floyd still.
"That was so funny! His face when he saw the thing, and then when I said that, he was so scared!" He laughed, wiping his eyes.
“What an idiot!” Floyd cried, his body shaking with laughter.
When they eventually made it back to Ace’s bedroom, he collapsed pace first onto the bed, the sheets muffling his slowling chuckles. He sat himself up slightly, a dopey grin on his face. “That is one of my new favorite things to do with you.”
Ace sat next to Floyd on the bed, his breathing heavy as he calmed himself.
"What? Scare dickheads shitless," He asked smiling," Because I'd have to agree with that." He said, giving the larger boy a close eyed smile.
Floyd shifted so he was on his back, his head turned lazily to look at Ace. He smacked his friends leg and chuckled. “Of course. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”
Squealing, Ace fell over onto his back, eyes closed as he drifted off into a light sleep, He looked peaceful, the last few days full of stress and responsibilities had changed his usual happy-go-lucky personality.
Floyd sat up when he noticed that Ace had begun to sleep. He rubbed at his own tired eyes, and knew that he should leave so his friend could rest.
Ace wiggled a bit, his eyes opened a bit when he noticed Floyd get up, his eyebrows scrunching up.
"Why do people leave?" He asked, tears dripping from the corners of his eyes, hands gripping his grey jacket for comfort.
"I keep losing people," He whimpered, clearly not lucid, "It's my fault people keep leaving me, and now you are too." his voice was quiet, until it rose into a wail.
(Things are too perfect atm xD It doesn't feel right..)
(Lmao, yeah I’m waiting to see if anything could possibly go wrong..)
Floyd frowned softly, looking down at his tearful friend. “Woah, hey, I’m not leaving you.. I just thought that I should let you sleep,” He soothed, leaning back against his elbows now.
Ace curled up into a smaller ball, letting out pitiful whimpers, struggling to find comfort in Floyd's words, his whimpers growing into full on sobs, now fully awake he thought about his father, and mother, worried that he would lose his best friend like he had lost them.
“Hey, Ace, come on, it’s okay..” Floyd murmured, rubbing the sobbing boy’s back. “I’ll stay here, yeah? Does that sound better? I’ll stay as long as you want.” He gave a slight smile, continuing to do his best to soothe his friend.
Ace nodded, bringing Floyd in for a hug, his body shaking.
(I gotta go to sleep, I have no school all week so….fun :b)
(Nice, seeyah!)
Floyd hugged Ace tightly, partly cradling his friend while he continued to massage his back. “There.. See? Everything will be okay..” he murmured softly.
Ace sniffed, rubbing his eyes as he closed his eyes allowing himself to fall to sleep, this time though, he would have much better dreams.
I'M BACK AND I HAVE GLASSES XD
(Ayyy nice)
Floyd continued to rub the sleeping boy’s back gently, deciding to stay there until he woke up. He picked up his cellphone, sending a quick text to Cassie explaining why he wouldn’t be back home that night. She responded quickly, the text reading: I called it, Nick needs to pay up. Floyd shook his head and smiled, setting his phone aside again. He leaned back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in silence.
Ace wrapped his arms around Floyd, nuzzling his face into his chest as he slept, a small smile spread across his face.
(NEWS; My brother said the glasses make me look gay. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.)
(Lmaoo, you deserve a big round of applause)
Floyd felt his cheeks grow hot slightly when Ace snuggled up to him. He took a shallow breath, hesitantly putting an arm around the boy.
(OOf this roleplay has the perfect amount of gay.)
Light snores came from Ace as he slept, his face relaxed, his nose twitching ever now and then.
(I know right, this is amazing)
Floyd eventually calmed down a tad, now smiling faintly to himself. He let his eyes shut, exhaling softly. He wasn’t sure how long Ace would be asleep for, so he thought that he might as well get some rest as well.
(Imma skip forward)
The blonde boy woke up, though not opening his eyes, as he snuggled further into the lump that he was holding onto-wait, what was that?- he slowly opened his eyes, moving his head up slowly, heart stopping a bit as he saw Floyd, asleep.
What the actual fuck, is he doing in my bed? What the fuck am I doing holding onto him?! Why is he holding onto me?!
Ace attempted to push away from his friend, his face red as a tomato as he wiggled in place. He wiggled around, but Floyd's hold on him was to strong.
Well fuck
Floyd was fast asleep when he felt something move next to him, breaking him from a particularly pleasant dream. He grunted slightly, moving his free hand to rub at his tired eyes. He went to sit up, but there was a weight on his arm. He looked to the side to see his panicked looking friend, and Floyd’s eyes widened. In his shocked moment, he jerked his arm away and half tumbled off the bed, as he was already close to the edge. He let out a sharply groan from the floor, staying there for a moment.
Ace jumped as Floyd fell onto the floor, his legs spread out, leaning on his forearms, he turned to the side of the bed his friend fell off of, quickly crawling over to check on him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, face still bright red. He stuck his arms out, offering him help up.
Floyd gave Ace a thumbs up, grabbing onto his friend to pull himself up.
“Fucking hell, my head,” he swore, sitting back down on the edge of the bed, rubbing at his aching forehead. He choose not to acknowledge what had happened before he fell. He felt embarrassed, completely idiotic.
When Floyd sat on the bed Ace grabbed his cheeks, turning so his friend was looking at him. He ran his fingers gently over his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Come on, I'll get you to the healers."
Floyd’s jaw clenched tightly when Ace touched him and he shook his head. “No, I’m fine, really. I’ve had much worse, believe me,” he said in a rushed tone. Cassie and Nick would surely give him hell for what happened.
"I insist!" Ace exclaimed jumping off of the bed and quickly throwing on a different shirt, "Stay here, I'll be right back!" He opened his door, slamming it behind him as he ran down the halls to find someone to help.
“Ace, come on!” Floyd called, groaning when the door was shut. He lean back against the sheets, covering his eyes with his forearms. He was pleased that Ace didn’t bring up what had happened.
It’s not my fault, Floyd reminded himself. I tried to leave but he threw a fit, what was I supposed to do?
(MWAHAHAHA I'M EVIL)
Ace slowed himself to a walk as he stuffed his hands in his pants pockets, looking at his shoes, his red face brightening as he questioned what had just happened. He fell back, looking up to come face to face with the person he had just bumped into.
"Oh, sorry Cassie, I wasn't looking where I was going…"
(Oh NO)
Cassie caught herself and laughed softly, shaking her head. “It’s quite alright, Ace,” She said with a grin.
“If I might ask, where is my brother? Still sleeping, I assume?” She asked, in a seemingly innocent tone, despite the fact it was obvious that she knew he spent the night at the castle.
If possible, Ace's face became even more red, nodding.
"Y-yeah, about that..I have no idea what happened..but um..He hurt his head! I was just going to try and find someone to help..could..you..possibly..erm.." He stumbled over his words, rocking back and forth on his feet, as he pointed to his bedroom door.